The Dark Frequency

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The rain in New York didn't wash things clean. It just made the grime slicker, turned the sidewalks into mirrors that reflected the neon signs in fractured, bleeding colors. Danny Danvers knew this the way she knew the weight of her service pistol or the sound of a telegraph key clicking out a death sentence. She was twenty-nine, built lean and hard like a switchblade. Her hair was cropped...

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